The lit white cloth flew down to the side, revealing a man wearing a gray-bottomed feather cloth with a white scarf on his head, a middle-aged face exposed, and a short sickle in each hand. It is very taboo to dress from the Chinese point of view, but Maitreya But I can see that this is the costume of the Fusang monk soldier, and the other side's feather texture has a family crest with a white border and a yellow pistil pattern.
The middle-aged man in the monk's attire was more than thirty years old. It was not the two young men from the treasure island. The sorcerer had a helper. It was true that Maitreya felt that he was not reckless.
The man in the monk uniform appeared and did not answer, raising his hand and releasing a bunch of white paper butterflies from his sleeve, dancing lightly, clashed, and scattered like clouds.
Maitreya did not dare to let the paper butterfly get close, and sprayed a breath of real energy on the oil lamp in his hand. This oil lamp was made by him with a sacred lamp, filled with corpse oil collected from the hospital, twisted the herbal medicine into a wick, and used sacred fire. Light it up, infuriating blast, and then you can release real fire.
While the paper butterfly hadn't dispersed yet, Maitreya released a real fire and burned it. When the paper butterfly met the fire, it withered to ashes, but there were always fish that slipped through the net.
Two paper butterflies came around and swept across his left face. Maitreya turned his head and couldn't avoid it. There were two traces of coolness and pain on his face, and his heart was shocked. The paper butterfly was operated on and could cut people.
Fusang also had a strange art, and Maitreya knew this well. He had done a good job at the beginning if he didn't meet him in Daning, he would go back and try to study and practice, but he didn't want to.
When Maitreya was surprised, while raising the lamp, burned the two blood-stained paper butterflies, then pinched a sword tactic, and called out "come back". Just as he was dealing with the paper butterflies, the middle-aged monk soldier opposite Without playing the turn-based system, after releasing the paper butterfly, he waved his scythe to attack.
In response to Maitreya’s cry, the iron sword that was thrown by him before, fell on the ground, and suddenly bounced, like being held by an invisible hand, turning to the back of the middle-aged monk brandishing a scythe, the middle-aged monk soldier Slightly cautious, avoiding the critical point, but still a cut was made on his right shoulder.
"Uncle Feng, you protect Brother Zhong, this guy, give it to me." Maitreya took the blood-stained iron sword, held the sword in one hand, and the lamp in the palm, blowing out two flames, extinguishing the surrounding paper butterflies, and reminding him at the same time Feng Si must be careful.
Feng Si is naturally able to understand. While firmly guarding the bell that is casting a spell, it turns white, while holding a copper plate, guarding against the middle-aged monk who was injured on his right shoulder. The fire, with a helper beside him, was really irresistible, so he turned and retreated into the villa.
The monk and soldiers retreated in middle age, but Maitreya would not let him go. He held the lamp and burned all the Zhulian rope used to carry the enchantment at the entrance of the villa, as well as the talisman on the door.
Maitreya set ablaze here, and the people in the house wouldn't be caught.
The surrounding area of the villa is full of seeds, shaking at this moment, the spit turns into silk, the yellow thread is entangled, forming a yellow-scaled python, swimming out of the villa, swallowing it with open mouth, but it is burned by a mouthful of real fire, and the core is burnt instantly. Withered.
"Okay, I succeeded." Zhong Fabai, sweating profusely, stood up from the side, raised the grass man with three silver needles, and uttered a shout, and the breeze broke into the villa Xiamen, watching Maitreya burning yellow. python.
"Good one-handed Yimu Immortal Method." When the wind saw Maitreya holding the lamp in his hand, he had already burned the yellow-scaled boa constrictor. Although the courtyard was full of flowers and branches, withered and withered, I remembered that the Qisheng had opened before, and the stamens became silky. He still couldn't help but admire the formation. There were capable people in this foreign country.
"I also got it done. This is not the Yimu Immortal Technique, but the magical technique." Maitreya received the lamp, and sighed when he saw the wind. He couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't see what kind of magic the white cloth was hiding in before. This kind of manipulating the chrysanthemum and turning the stalk into silk is in Fusang. It is called the magical method, which is different from the Taoist Yimu Immortal Method.
"Magic technique?" Zhong Fabai was puzzled by his name, and Feng Si was also full of weird faces, a good fairy technique, how is it called magic!
"Well, let's not talk about it yet, let's go in first." Maitreya nodded, but there was no time to explain. Now let's clean up the enemy first, and then talk about the anecdote!
"Just go in like this?" This time it was Fengsi's turn to be a little cautious.
"Well, I'll take a look first." Maitreya was cautious when he saw the wind, he couldn't help but hesitated, and looked at it with his heavenly eyes first, but when he saw the middle-aged monk in the room and took out long and short guns in the room, his eyebrows jumped.
"Fortunately, let's not go in, there are guns in it." Maitreya got up and sweated. This modern society is too dangerous.
"Then let's be outside, and I used the aversion technique to force the woman out." Zhong Fabai heard that there was a gun, but he wasn't very afraid. Their kind of warlocks moved their minds and spells.
"Then do it! Retreat to the outside of the villa." Maitreya rolled his eyes and nodded whitely to Feng Sihe Zhong.
Feng Sihe Zhong was white when he saw Maitreya’s gaze, and suddenly understood, he exited the villa and went to cast spells in the woods outside, while Maitreya stayed in the courtyard and hid behind a pillar behind a pillar, quietly staying in the courtyard. Use the sky to wait and see.
Zhong Fabai restrained the female warlock with a grass man, and did not kill her. He wanted to cast a spell to get her out of the house. The two treasure island youths in the house calmed her body with talisman, but they couldn’t solve the problem. It will keep her from moving.
Unable to understand the law, the two young men could only bring the magic weapon together and walked out of the house, ready to snatch the grass man from Zhong Fabai's hand under the guard of Feng Si.
The two young men were dressed in hunting clothes embroidered with gossip. They were not well-dressed and did not find Maitreya in invisibility. They walked straight out of the villa and went outside to snatch the grass man, but before they came forward, they were blocked by Fengsi. .
"What are the names of you two? Which disciples are you?" Before Feng Si came, he was informed by Maitreya of the situation, and he even saw the yellow banners and talisman guards outside, so there was a cold snort. At this moment, I saw two treasures. The island youth wore clean clothes and hunting clothes, embroidered with gossip symbols on the front of the neckline.
Feng Si's idea is that, after all, the same root and the same species, maybe two young people are ignorant and deceived by the Fusang people.
"What did you ask us for? Why didn't you say your name first? You Chinese people are rude!"
"That's it!"
"Which nationality are you two from?" Feng Si heard'you Chinese', and he didn't get back to his senses. Then he saw that they were wearing clothes and felt a little wrong. Could it be that the Japanese warlock inside and the helper had admitted the wrong person
"Of course we are from Hualien!"
"You are so real, give me sister Michiko's town, or we want you to look good!"
The two young people have a soft Mindi accent, but they speak with a strong voice, and when they take out the talisman paper, Feng Si is not afraid of this, but he is a little confused. Where is this country in Hualien
"Michiko, the Hibiscus Sorceress?" Feng Si didn't care about where Hualien is in the world, but realized that these two rascals are the horrible grass people who came to the Hibiscus Sorceress.
"Hmph, you are really rude, we've all said, Michiko, that's sister Michiko." A young man was furious.
"Do you know what that Michiko does? Your elders know that you are..." Feng Si was very dazed. He suddenly realized that although the appearance is strange, the accents of these two goods are indeed from the treasure island. !
"You old man is so annoying, I told you everything, we are voluntary, our elders are also voluntary..." The two young men were furious, no longer willing to speak, and attacked.
(End of this chapter)